Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 91595 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91595 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Dean’s lips curve. “Meet me in the truck?”
I nod and move back, but I don’t get far before his lips are on mine again. I cup his face, stroking his cheeks with my thumbs as his mouth moves against mine. Everything feels like it’s on fire, like I’m exposed in the very best way. When he pulls away, he winks and then presses his lips to my ear.
“Are you sitting on the F5 key on my keyboard?” Even through the lust that is making me crazy, I grin. “Because your body is refreshing every single dirty, unhinged thought I’ve ever had about you.”
I laugh, smacking his chest to push him away. He grabs my hand, kissing the tips of my fingers before squeezing my hand. “Truck.”
“Truck,” I agree as we separate. I look at the table, but none of our party is there. I’m surprised my legs are moving because I can still feel his lips, his touch, and hell, I want more. I head for the door and feel eyes on me. I don’t know who saw, and honestly, I don’t care. Before I can walk out, my gaze catches on where Matt and Sadie are making out against a pool table. I love how in love they are, but right now, I have no desire to say goodbye or answer about where I’m going.
Or who I’m about to do.
I get out the door without seeing Missy and Nyle, and I head straight for Dean’s truck. I feel like I’m sneaking around, and I can’t say that I’m a fan. I don’t want to hide this. I just don’t want to explain myself. I want Dean, and I want him right now. I reach for the door. It’s unlocked, and I go to climb in. I lean back and look toward the door to try to set eyes on Dean. In doing so, though, I find Missy and Nyle against the side of the bar, and he’s ramming into her from behind.
Wonderful.
I gag a bit before I slide into the truck and pull out my phone.
Me
I’m in the truck, and unless you want to see Missy getting plowed against the side of the building, get in the truck and let’s go.
Dean
Jesus. They couldn’t go home?
Me
Do I need to remind you that’s how my niece was conceived?
Dean
Exactly. Didn’t she learn her lesson? I did.
Me
Oh, so you don’t want me enough to do me on the side of the building?
Dean
I almost took you on the dance floor.
Me
*Gasp.* How scandalous would that have been?
Dean
Not as scandalous as the things I’m about to do to you. In the privacy of our home and where no one will see what is all mine.
Home.
Mine.
Dean
You want that?
I’m surprised my fingers are working at this point. I’m a bundle of nerves ready to burst.
Me
That’s not even a question. I’m two seconds from getting myself off.
Dean
Don’t you fucking dare. Those orgasms are mine.
Jesus above.
I have never been so turned on in my life. I don’t know what Dean is doing to me, but I am loving it. Stratford never—no, I will not compare him to Stratford. I will enjoy the journey this man is about to take me on. When the truck door opens, Dean’s eyes meet mine, and the feral look in his eyes is overwhelming. No man has ever looked at me like that, and I’m obsessed with how it makes me feel.
“That’s my good girl for not touching yourself,” he growls as he gets in. He keeps his head down as he starts the truck and then holds my headrest before backing out of the parking lot. When he takes off, I sit up, and he winks. “Show me that pussy.”
I blink as heat rages through me. Unable to deny him since I want it just as bad, I pull up the skirt of my dress. His eyes keep coming back to me, and I slowly push my white thong to the side. He hums in appreciation as he squeezes the steering wheel in his grip. “Are you wet?”
I move a finger through my pussy, not the least bit surprised by how wet I am. “So wet.”
He bites into his fist. “Open yourself for me. Let me see.” I do, and his eyes drink me in. “Fucking hell, Kenni. You have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.”
I don’t want to be insecure, but Stratford always said my pussy was too big. He claimed it got bigger and wider once I had the boys, but Dean is looking at it like it’s a big ol’ peach he wants to inhale. “You’re gonna make me come with just your voice,” I admit, feeling raw.
“Oh no, you’re going to come on my mouth.”
“I want you to touch me,” I plead.
He growls, and then I feel a bump, causing me to look up and see that we’re home. He throws the truck into park, and then he’s out. Before I can even sit up, he’s opening my door and taking me by my thighs as I squeal and giggle. He drags me down the bench and his mouth covers my pussy before I can even make a sound or take my next breath. I cry out the moment his tongue touches my pussy, savoring me before he groans against my heated skin.